194: Chapter 193 The Lei Family - Lei Bi

"The Lei Family?" Xiao Ye raised an eyebrow. "What kind of background do they have? Can they make you all this afraid?"

"The Lei Family is one of the six great families in the Central Province. Their power is immense, and it is rumored that they have an Earth Immortal Old Ancestor holding down the fort." Yang Rong lowered her voice. "The Lei Family's Young Lord, Lei Bi, once wanted to take Qiqi as a concubine, but I refused him. I know he only has his eyes on Qiqi's Extreme Yin Body and wants to use her as a cauldron."

Xiao Ye narrowed his eyes and said nothing. He suddenly remembered that Hao Sailei's enemy was the Lei Family. It couldn't be that much of a coincidence, could it?

The door to the main building was kicked open.

That group of gorgeously dressed Cultivators filed in. The young man leading them wore a golden robe and had a sinister face. He scanned the room with an arrogant air, his gaze finally landing on Yang Rong's voluptuous figure.

"Family Head Yang, it has been a while." Lei Bi's gaze was lecherous, and he directly ignored Xiao Ye, who was standing to the side.

"Lei Bi, why are you still coming here?" Hao Qiqi blocked her mother, her expression unfriendly.

Lei Bi looked at her face and was suddenly stunned: "Qiqi, are you recovered from your illness?"

His Divine Sense swept over Hao Qiqi's body. Originally, he wanted to confirm her cultivation level, but he discovered another fact that made him furious—Hao Qiqi's primordial yin was gone.

"Hao Qiqi, where is your primordial yin?!" Lei Bi's voice suddenly rose, and his face turned livid.

Xiao Ye stepped forward, reached out to wrap his arm around Hao Qiqi's waist, pulled her into his embrace, tilted his chin slightly, and looked at Lei Bi with a smile: "Of course she gave it to me."

Lei Bi's pupils contracted, and he was burning with rage: "Bitch! How dare you—"

"Who is the bitch scolding?" Xiao Ye interrupted him, his tone still indifferent.

"The bitch is scolding her!" Lei Bi pointed at Hao Qiqi.

"Oh—" Xiao Ye suddenly realized, nodding his head. "So it was the bitch who was scolding her."

Lei Bi was stunned, then immediately reacted, his face turning the color of pig liver: "You are courting death!"

The middle-aged man beside him took a step forward, and his Mahayana Middle Stage Aura exploded, crushing toward Xiao Ye.

Xiao Ye didn't even move; he just raised his hand to summon the ten thousand soul banner and waved it lightly.

The war soul of Hao Sailei appeared. When the attack hit it, a force even more terrifying than the middle-aged man's was reflected back. The middle-aged man groaned, retreated several steps, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The whole place was deathly silent.

Lei Bi widened his eyes, looking at the war soul of Hao Sailei, his voice trembling: "Who... who are you?"

"You want to force a marriage with someone's daughter, yet you don't even know who her father is?" Xiao Ye, while holding Hao Qiqi's waist, added slowly, his tone full of mockery.

Lei Bi's face turned from green to white, his lips trembling for a long time, unable to say a single word.

Could it be that Hao Sailei? The Hao Sailei who fought the four great demon immortals alone a thousand years ago? The Hao Sailei who fell after being ambushed by the Lei Family's ancestor? How could he be here? Wasn't he already dead?

A war soul. But the Aura emitted by this war soul was comparable to the Mahayana Peak Stage—even stronger than the Mahayana Middle Stage Protector beside him.

Lei Bi's legs began to shake, his back turned cold, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead layer after layer.

"Young Lord Lei, you want to marry my woman?" Xiao Ye looked at him with a smile, but his eyes were as cold as a blade in the twelfth lunar month.

Lei Bi was nervous. "That, it's a misunderstanding! Really, it's all a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding your ass, go to hell!" Before Xiao Ye finished speaking, the war soul of Hao Sailei moved.

The broken sword swept across, ghost fires flew, and the ghostly blue sword light slashed toward the group of gorgeously dressed Cultivators like a ribbon.

The Lei Family Cultivators were caught off guard, and several were cut down on the spot, screaming repeatedly.

The leading Mahayana Middle Stage Elder's expression changed drastically. He gritted his teeth and took the sword strike head-on, but was shaken back several steps, the web between his thumb and index finger split open, and blood flowed freely.

"Fight back!" the Elder shouted hoarsely, forming seals with both hands, laying down a thick golden shield in front of him, desperately trying to block the offensive of Hao Sailei.

Lei Bi came back to his senses, but instead of stepping forward, he turned and ran, running faster than a rabbit.

His golden robe rustled in the wind; he didn't even care about his dignity and didn't look back.

As for the Lei Family Cultivators who were still trapped in the battle, he didn't even glance at them.

Xiao Ye watched the fleeing figure and sneered: "You run quite fast." He tapped his toes and turned into a streak of light, chasing after him.

Hao Qiqi wanted to follow, but was grabbed by Yang Rong.

"Don't go; if you go, you'll just be a burden." Yang Rong shook her head, her expression complex.

Hao Qiqi bit her lip, watching the direction where Xiao Ye disappeared, her heart feeling like a spilled bottle of mixed flavors.

Was this man here to save them, or to cause trouble for them?

She didn't know, but she knew one thing—her mother had already been "that way" with him, and she had also been "that way" with him. The two of them, mother and daughter, were tied to him for the rest of their lives.

The offensive of the war soul of Hao Sailei became more and more fierce, with every sword strike carrying earth-shattering power.

The Elder resisted desperately, but more and more wounds appeared on his body, his robes were soaked with blood, and he could barely stand.

"Young Lord, run!"

The Elder looked back—the space behind him was empty; Lei Bi had long since run out of sight.

"Young Lord..." The Elder's eyes turned red, his lips trembling, not knowing what to say.

He had been loyal his whole life, and in the end, he was the one abandoned.

The war soul of Hao Sailei did not give him a chance to catch his breath. With one sword strike, the golden shield shattered, and the Protector spat out blood, flew backward, slammed onto the ground, and slid a long distance.

He struggled to get up, only to find that he didn't know how many bones in his body were broken; he couldn't even lift a finger.

The war soul hovered in mid-air, ghostly blue fire dancing in its eye sockets, looking down at him, but it did not make another move.

It was waiting for Xiao Ye's command—Xiao Ye didn't tell it to kill, so it didn't kill.

On the other side, Xiao Ye chased Lei Bi for hundreds of miles.

Lei Bi ran for his life, bit his tongue to spit out essence blood, and used the Blood Escape technique, his speed so fast that not even afterimages could be seen.

Xiao Ye followed leisurely behind, like a cat catching a mouse, deliberately not catching up but not falling behind either.

"Run, keep running." Xiao Ye shouted with a smile. "I want to see where you can run to."

Lei Bi was trembling all over, scared to death and angry to death at the same time.

As the dignified Young Lord of the Lei Family, the heir to one of the six great families in the Central Province, when had he ever suffered such humiliation? Being chased like a dog all over the mountains, not even daring to look back.

"Just you wait! My Lei Family will not let you off!" Lei Bi shouted hoarsely while running, his voice full of fear and unwillingness.

"Oh? You still have life-saving means?" Xiao Ye raised an eyebrow.

Lei Bi gritted his teeth and suddenly crushed a jade pendant. A white light flashed, and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot—the Lei Family's life-saving trump card, the Ten Thousand Mile Teleportation Talisman, instantly teleported a person ten thousand miles away.

Xiao Ye stopped, looked at the empty sky, and raised an eyebrow: "You have this trick too?"

He slowly took out the time hourglass and reversed it—time reversed.

The white light flowed backward, and Lei Bi's figure fell out of the Void Realm again, standing there with a confused face, as if he had been forcibly dragged back from the teleportation channel.

"What?!" Lei Bi was shocked, his face deathly pale, his voice changing pitch. "You... you actually have a time Magic Treasure?!"

Xiao Ye put the hourglass away and looked at him with a smile: "Run, keep running. I want to see where you can run to."

Lei Bi shuddered, took out another jade pendant from his bosom with a pained expression, and crushed it fiercely.

The white light flashed again, and he disappeared again.

"Damn~ there's more?" Xiao Ye was also numb. As expected of a Young Lord from a big Family, he even prepared double the life-saving Magic Treasures. He looked down at the hourglass in his hand—it was on cooldown and couldn't be used.

"Forget it, I'll let you go this time." Xiao Ye sighed, put away the hourglass, and turned to fly back.

The monk can run, but the temple cannot. The Lei Family is in the Central Province; he can run for a while, but not for a lifetime.

When he returned to the Hao Family villa, the battle had already ended.

The war soul of Hao Sailei hovered in mid-air, with the corpses of the Lei Family Cultivators lying scattered at its feet.

The Lei Family Elder collapsed on the ground, covered in blood, on the verge of death, but he still had his eyes open, staring fixedly at Xiao Ye.

"Your Young Lord ran away." Xiao Ye squatted down and patted his face. "You were loyal in protecting your master, but what about him? He didn't even look back. Is it worth it?"